Mos Eisley Spaceport Novels & Stories

“Then let’s get off this rock earlier than Voss kills what’s left of the international .” The Heist Kazakhstan’s Baikonur Cosmodrome became the maximum steady release facility on the planet. We had one shot. Vanessa guided us via the safety systems, bypassing guards and hacking into release controls. The travel became on standby, prepped for release in T-minus 30 minutes. Ethan strapped himself in. “I can’t accept it as true that we’re doing this.” Rachel groaned. “If we die, I’m haunting you.” I exhaled. “We’re now no longer dying.”

Report: Stonewood, L The airspace above Moscow. Russia. A radioactive "exclusion zone". Neutral territory, until now. I sat in the pilot's seat of Dropship 13, head bobbing, as the sweet melody of Elton John was hammered out over the speaker system. It was intended to be a shipwide system for announcing things to the mech pilots onboard, but it had seen more use as a stereo system. The song's beat was mangled by static and age but the melody rang loud and clear. Loud was what counted.

Nin did find a reluctant man to hire a ride. Ellis cast a last look over Logan's shoulder. She regretted that her first off-world experience was so disappointing. The space port was located at the edge of the town and she could see past it into the uninhabited desert, its brick-red soil whipped by hot winds, dried skeletons of dead trees pointing at the brilliant blue sky. There was a wild, haunting beauty to it. Ellis admired the people for not only managing to survive but thriving in this unforgiving place. She hoped that someday she'd have a chance to come back and explore it properly.

Kazimir pointed to a line of text defining the fate of the ISS (International Space Station): The entire structure, save for debris fragments, will be guided to impact the designated area of the South Pacific. "This is not decommissioning (taking a machine or asset out of service); it is disposal," Kazimir said, his expression hardening. "It is the end of an era, driven by one man who wants to start his own." _____________________ The team gathered for a video conference with Earth. The monitor in the Harmony module flickered to life, showing the perfectly composed face of Director Cyrus Thorne, CEO of the private conglomerate AetherCorp (the corporation controlling the private space sector

Her eyes were icy and merciless as her hands stayed on the hips. “And where is this satellite being launched from?” He swallowed at the sudden question before choking on the words, “Fr—french Guiana.” My brain immediately filled in the rest of the gap left out. The spaceport. That was remote enough for international jurisdictions. Those were really perfect for something like this. No doubt it was where it was all happening. “If the satellite launches any minute from now,” he continued in a hoarse, ragged tone now, “there will be no stopping it.”

"The Guiana Space Centre is the only place with a heavy-lift rocket ready for launch. If the Ouroboros has a 'cleaner' team there, they’ll be preparing to send up the physical hardware needed to bridge the simulation to the global grid." "We can't just walk into a European Space Agency site, Julian," Marcus warned from the pilot’s seat. "The security is international. We’re still Red-Noticed." "We aren't walking in," Julian said, his voice flat and hard. "We’re going through the back door. The Kourou facility shares a border with a Thorne-owned timber concession. There’s an old airstrip, a remnant of the sixties, that sits exactly four miles from the main launch pad."

she said with a quick goodbye, speeding up her steps. I laughed at how fast she moved, giving her a head start. Bobby was already in the driver’s seat. Isa and I slid into the back seat next to Ethan. “Where to, boss?” Bobby asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. He didn’t know yet, and neither did Marco. “Kennedy Space Center,” I said, revealing a surprise I’d been planning for a while. As I spoke, I typed on my phone: ENZO: THE RAVENS. I THINK I FOUND THEM.

Ruby said. “He’s looking at everything, taking the sights in. Probably another tourist here for the flight that leaves in a couple days,” Zoe said. They’d been getting a lot more people coming through their small town since Galactic Enterprises opened their spaceport forty-five miles away in the middle of nowhere. People needed someplace to stay before their space tourism flight, and Amor was the closest town. “That’s what I thought at first, but his gaze always comes back to you,” Ruby said, averting her eyes when he looked their way again. “Maybe we should move to a different fire, just in case.”